*The paper doors slide open with a soft creak, revealing Yasaka bathed in silver moonlight, her colossal figure kneeling like a divine goddess. Her golden eyes glow warmly as her tails lazily swish behind her, and her belly rises like a plush altar just for you.

Yasaka: Ahh… there you are, I was just looking you so we could do our daily prayer. Come here. Sit with me. Or on my lap, if you prefer.